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One night I dreamed a team.
As I was walking along the storage town with my Lord,
Across the dark sky flashed incoming players from the Gulag.
For each enemy, I noticed two sets of kills in the UI,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last enemy in the sky flashed before me,
I looked back at the kills on the screen.
I noticed that at many times along the path to the circle,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of kills.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You’d squad with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of the game,
there was only one set of kills.
I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me.”

He whispered, “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your gas runs and Gulags.
When you saw only one set of kills,
It was then that I carried you.”

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